Cybernetic Fat Pig

The supreme, wise and mighty guild leader emerged from seclusion after a day of retreat.

An organizational meeting was convened immediately.

The conference room was packed with people, all of them high-ranking and powerful, yet it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Executive Secretary – Another new male secretary appears, and he looks like a very cute puppy.

The secretary for the senior engineer is on a rotating basis. Every so often, each member sends a secretary to serve the president.

This also serves to prevent any company from becoming too "close" to the chairman.

The senior engineer didn't really care about that, but he was a little annoyed—why were all the secretaries male?

Is it really that hard for you to find a beautiful, well-built young woman? Or have you misunderstood something?

"President, 16 biotech companies have already submitted membership applications. Here is their information."

The male secretary first handed the documents to the senior engineer, and then sent copies to each association member.

"Are there really that many biotech companies? And these companies haven't even participated in the corporate wars, have they?" one member couldn't help but ask.

"Do you think they can still sit still after seeing such a 'spectacular scene of life'?" another person complained.

Representatives from a few biological institutions in the meeting nodded in strong agreement.

"A Scenic Wonderland" is what they call that SSS+ tree.

Although, according to the system's naming convention, it should be called the "Radiation Life Atlas Tree".

The last time the senior engineer heard this name was in "The Record of the God of War", the first of the four great martial arts books.

Those books called "**Illustrated Catalogue" all seem pretty impressive.

But for some bio-modified individuals, seeing that "big tree" evokes a feeling of "Wife, come out with the Bull Demon King and see God together."

Only the word "splendid scene" can describe the view at that time; even the term "divine" lacks a sense of magnificence.

Although this "spectacular scene" only lasted for a few seconds.

But that's enough to drive any biological researcher on this planet crazy.

"Considering that we are still in the midst of a corporate war, all outsider membership requests will be temporarily suspended and will be processed uniformly after the corporate war ends," the male secretary, having received a signal from the senior engineer, began to speak. "Of course, these applicants must also abide by the rules of our Research Association and must obtain the consent of two-thirds of the members."

The executives present simply glanced at the applications and put the list down. They knew that this meeting was just a small appetizer.

After a few seconds of silence, a tall, muscular cyborg stood up. As a representative of a certain heavy machinery company, Chaston was anything but 'mechanical'; instead, he was the epitome of a sycophant, bending his mechanical waist at a 90-degree angle and speaking respectfully:

"President, here are the 'Sky Fortress' design blueprints you requested."

You have obtained the Level 10 Large Machinery Blueprint [Sky Fortress]

Level 10 is already the technological ceiling for a second-tier power, and with the addition of a large-scale version, its rarity is self-evident.

If a comparison must be made, it's roughly equivalent to Dugo Technologies's "Pioneer Mech Design".

However, none of the people present thought that the senior engineer was unworthy; in fact, they genuinely felt that it was only right and proper. After all, someone who could decide the life and death of everyone present with a single thought would make people uneasy if he didn't take the greatest benefit.

The senior engineer nodded in satisfaction, took the valuable technical documents, placed them beside him, and then calmly said:

"The main reason I called you all here today is to discuss the future."

He paused, then said:

"Everyone has witnessed Dugo Technologies's military strength; it's truly terrifying. Moreover, his senior management is extremely arrogant, and even my personal intervention was ineffective. In this situation, if we don't reach a consensus, we might as well surrender. At least I can secure a good agency position for you."

The company representatives present all agreed that in the current situation, anyone who thinks they can win the final victory in this great battle on their own is simply overestimating themselves and is somewhat ridiculous.

Chaston stepped forward once again, speaking righteously and eloquently:

"But to put it simply, we are a consortium of 30 companies, and each of them has a different brain-computer interface solution. Even if we manage to enter the third phase, which one should we choose as our final brain-computer interface approach?"

These words immediately sparked whispers and complex expressions among the meeting participants.

A loose and strange alliance can stick together when facing a powerful enemy, but without the bond of interests and the unity of ideas, the foundation of this alliance is loose. This is why the "Research Association" has the strength of 30 companies, but it has never been able to drive out the other four. Admittedly, each of the other four is a giant, but on paper, the Research Association is more than 3 to 4 times stronger than them.

We're all like crabs in the same basin, claws clamped together, and nobody wants their "good brother" to go out first.

"Therefore, I believe that instead of fighting each other, we should sit down and have a proper talk, select one that aligns with the interests of the majority of members, focus on this one technological path, and then achieve the unification of the Southern Hemisphere's 'Electronic Brain Project' as soon as possible!"

Many people looked strange. Although the words were true and the logic was sound, why was it you who said this? We're all old foxes, why are you playing these ghost stories with me?

Many people's eyes fell on the senior engineer's face, but his face, with its distinct features, was completely expressionless.

"I think Chaston has a point!"

"Agreed! Agreed!"

"We really, really don't have any time left!"

During the meeting, some people shouted loudly, some bowed their heads and stamped their feet, and some spoke earnestly and patiently.

But those who remained silent became even more silent, and many even fell into deep thought.

They only now realize that they have unknowingly fallen into a huge pit.

Although he dug this pit himself, the person who kicked him into it seems to be the very president in front of him!

This "pit" is huge and deeply intertwined; everyone has become accustomed to being together, mutually supporting and relying on each other.

Admittedly, if the normal process is followed, the vast majority of the 30 companies will be eliminated in the second phase, but the remaining ones will be transformed and make rapid progress. After all, war is the best catalyst for technology.

However, relying on their large numbers, their leader's ability to single-handedly defeat thousands, and the hacker group's ability to open backdoors and reduce risks, they won again and again, even to the point that they were unable to update their existing brain-computer interface technology.

Holy crap, it seems like we've been manipulated!

Now, the second phase has reached a critical juncture, and it is no longer possible to break away at this point.

They've already missed the best turning point in their corporate evolution.

"What should we do now?" The senior engineer looked worried, and judging from his expression, he seemed to be entirely concerned about the members.

"At this critical juncture, the only way forward is to choose the most universally applicable technological path, ensuring that everyone in the organization can fairly enjoy the corporate benefits of the Electronic Brain Project!"

Chaston spoke each word clearly and righteously:

"I believe we should abandon all brain-computer interface solutions and instead adopt the chairman's 'virtual helmet project'!"

Although many people had expected this, upon hearing this, many still couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their eyes, their gazes constantly drifting towards Chaston's buttocks.

You're supposed to be 100% mechanically modified, with all your reproductive organs removed, so when did you start selling your ass?!

At this point, everyone present knew perfectly well that Chaston had somehow gotten his way into the chairman's scheme through connections.

Regardless of how convincing the actor's performance was, the key point is that his stance was on point!

Damn, I'm so envious!

"Chairman, I think Chaston makes a good point!" A company representative immediately stood up and began to pledge his loyalty. The others had some impression of him; this company's "brain-computer interface technology" was the weakest.

"That's right, Chairman, I agree!" A company representative stood up.

This company's brain-computer interface solution is quite advanced, but after testing by the corporate warfare team, a fatal technical flaw was discovered.

"I agree, Chairman!"

"I think the 'virtual reality headset' technology is pretty good!"

In a class, the majority of students are either poor or mediocre. Influenced by this atmosphere, even the "good students" have no choice but to accept the "cigarette" offered by the "big brother," no, the student council president, or they really won't play with you anymore.

The senior engineer pondered for a moment, then said earnestly, "Since everyone thinks this way, that's excellent. Let's start with the machinery city we control, dismantle the different models of 'brain-computer interfaces' as soon as possible, establish a joint production line for virtual reality helmets, and I'll deliver the technology integration plan to you immediately!"

Many people's mouths twitched. "President, your acting skills aren't that great either. You spoke so fluently, you must have practiced a lot before."

"Don't worry, although I am the chairman and I am using my virtual reality headset technology, all the profits from the 'virtual hardware integration' will be split equally, with each company taking a share. We will never let anyone suffer a loss."

Upon hearing this, some company representatives immediately felt better; even if they couldn't get the meat, a bowl of soup would be nice.

Besides, the eldest has already drunk the soup, what are you still thinking about?

More importantly, although they may not make up the majority, as the primary responsible parties in the corporate war, becoming suppliers for the Electronic Brain Project is enough to satisfy headquarters. They can't really have their brains removed, soaked in formaldehyde, or have their consciousness uploaded to become endless corporate slaves.

No matter how abnormal people are in their daily lives, their biological instincts still exist, and they are all afraid of death.

"I hope that in the coming days, everyone can work together to solve the helmet production problem as soon as possible."

The senior engineer paused for a moment:

"As for me, the chairman, I will deal with the four second-stage contenders—Soul Recognition Technology, Confidential Electronics, Planetary Energy, and Johnson & Johnson Group— as soon as possible, and persuade them to join us!"

"Within a month, we must integrate all the resources of the Southern Hemisphere to fight against this monster Dugo Technologies!"

"The president is wise!"

"The president is awesome!"

"Is the president finally going to make a move? Once you do, those clowns are sure to be finished!"

Although there was a certain beauty in the president's words, everyone ignored it and gave him a warm response.

The reason is simple: if it were from the beginning, even if the chairman displayed invincible combat power, no one would abandon their own technological path, even if the outcome was death. Without this kind of crazy spirit, who would still be hanging around in the Cyber Test Site?

But now, everyone has been fattened up and become complacent. Eating meat is good, but drinking soup is actually quite nice too.

Anyway, I have 29 lucky (unlucky) people with me.

Everyone present was certain that others thought the same thing.